Until When Should I Be?
2. Just want the best for you.
His grandson's statement made Arman unable to remain silent. Although he gave time to Jamal, his grandson. However, the old man was so impatient to know which woman had made it into his family sphere.
Ardi who became Arman's right hand was given the task to find out more about the woman who according to the statement her grandson had become her granddaughter's companion. Ardi agreed, not for two hours, that the report Arman wanted was available on his desk. The more read, the harder Arman's expression becomes. He didn't like what was written there. It is better that his grandchildren do not have to marry than to choose just anyone who is useless into their family.
As a competent subordinate, Ardi pacified his master. Tell me it's not too late. His master could still change the circumstances as his master wished so easily. It only takes one command and there will be many hands ready to do the command.
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This is where Arman, stopping in front of a simple house that is tiny and clean. There is a small garden overgrown with beautiful flowers. A woman is seen watering flowers with a smile and occasional small humming. The woman who is none other than the thief of his heart, the companion he chooses, the lover of his life, the soul mate God gave him, and the first love that fortunately can last until they are married.
"I'm home" said Jamal, smiling. The burden in his heart seemed to disappear just by looking at the happy look of his wife's face. "Who's wife is this? Very beautiful," compliments were made. Next to Jamal's hand pinched the cheek of chubby Sinta, his wife.
"Mas already eaten?" oh look how attentive this woman is to him. He is always reminded to eat on time and drink plenty of water to stay healthy.
"Yet, nih. I want to eat at home with this beautiful wife!" jamal's hand again pinched Sinta's small. This time, the woman's nose was the target.
"Should have eaten first, this is past lunch hour, you know," said the wife a little nagging darling. Even so, Laras immediately gave up his job. The woman washed her hands and took Jamal, her husband, into the house.
"Wash your hands there, all change clothes that are more relaxed," said Sinta pushing her husband slowly.
"Wouldn't you help me with food?" jamal asked not to move from his place. "The weight of the deck carries this-that," the man added glanced at the kitchen.
"I can do it myself, change my clothes!" the second expulsion cannot be denied by Jamal. The man immediately followed his queen's orders. Not always the head of the family must be obeyed, listening to a partner is also a good attitude.
As soon as he entered the room, Jamal's face returned to nothing. He knew his grandfather would not stay silent. But he is still at a loss as to what he should do to protect his wife whom he loves the most. As a family and the only grandson indirectly educated under Arman's arrangement. Jamal knew very well the nature of his own grandfather. The old man will not hesitate to close his eyes and remove all obstacles that he thinks are blocking the path of success for the Sanjaya family.
Too late in his own thinking, Jamal forgot to change his clothes. Even to the bathroom he hasn't done it yet.
"Mas, the food is ready." The sound of the door being knocked rattled up Jamal. The man moved quickly and immediately changed his clothes.
The two ate voraciously, occasionally they joked and showed affection. Jamal treated his wife with love, never the man said rude or angry. He always understood and understood the various mood changes that often experienced by the woman every month. No complaints, Jamal even faithfully always listened to what his wife complained all along.
"How's the job, ma'am? No problem, right?" they both sit in front of the television. There were fruits that had already been cut into pieces accompanying their chatter.
'Many, but there's no way I'm telling you that, right!'
Jamal swallowed back the words that almost just slid away. If he was telling the truth, somehow the reaction of his heart lover was.
"There's no problem. You can be calm, deck," the man said, covering everything with a smile. Let him think of the best way out for their situation. His wife just has to hear things cheerfully, see beautiful things, and get the best of it. There should be no alarming news to the ears of this woman who became his companion.
"Really?" Jamal avoided her gaze Sinta. Under the eyes of his wife, he could lie. It was better for him to pretend to focus on the movie they were watching.
"He'eh,"
Sinta still looked doubtfully. The look on her husband's face was often fickle, as if something was being thought of. He just wanted Jamal to share all the stories with him, be it bad things to hear or bad news. But if her husband doesn't want to say anything, he can't force it. As a wife, Sinta can only wait until her husband wants to speak honestly with her.
"Don't work too hard, ma'am. You also need to rest to stay healthy!"
Jamal closed his eyes, you could say they could still be classed as newlyweds. But there were too many truths he had covered up. Even his wife does not know the fact that he is from a famous family, prospective successors of the company, and the head of the next generation of families.
"It works so you can give everything that's best for you, the deck" said Jamal dismissing his desire to be honest. He was not ready to see his wife's reaction if he knew she had a lot of possessions. There is a reason why until now Jamal has not also said that he is a grandson of a distinguished family. The man claimed to be just an ordinary worker, having a normal salary like other workers, a borrowed car from the office, and an office that is very timely in terms of the return of its employees. No overtime, no business trip. All just a regular job without having to bring work home.
"And I want you to stay healthy. That's what's best for me, mom!"
Jamal nodded, a warm feeling seething in his chest. He felt so cared for and loved. "Dear of the beautiful mas, have you said that you are very much loved? Of course the greatest love of mas certainly!" softly reciprocated, a small ruckus sounded from the lips of his wife, becoming the answer to the seduction he gave.
Jamal prayed in his heart, hopefully nothing will change even if his wife knows the truth. After all, he had to tell Sinta everything. About him, about his family, and about his status as successor.
